Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.